There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 680 - 255: Compete with Me in Magic?

"The sky... is an old man with a hump..."

The Emperor was truly a bit stunned when he realized how vivid this memory was.

He even felt an odd impulse to paint the image of the ’Heavenly Way in the dream’.

"Would that be disrespectful to Heaven?"

Torn by this dilemma, he walked towards the bookshelf. "But... it’s just a dream...

And as the Son of Heaven, viewing the heavens in a dream—could it be a kind of opportunity?"

The Emperor thought it over and ultimately decided to paint it.

He even planned to worship this painting during his future prayers.

Because the memory was so vivid, it truly gave a special feeling of ’blurring the line between fiction and reality’.

Indeed, although the Emperor knew it was a dream, he felt it might be Heaven conveying a message through the dream.

This feeling was very abstract.

After all, the Emperor was a Golden Core Cultivator, with quite some strength, and hence knew a few things about human-related knowledge.

For instance, people generally forget their dreams upon waking.

Especially strangers in dreams; their appearances are hard to recall abstractly.

This is also true for Golden Core experts in this world.

But such a vivid memory seemed wrong to the Emperor.

Additionally, in his view, this might indeed be a ’prophecy’, or a divine vision!

Because during regular dreaming, the body subconsciously filters out this unnecessary information, as a self-protective mechanism to prevent confusion between reality and dream.

Furthermore, forgetting dreams is quite normal due to sleep cycles and biological principles.

Particularly since Golden Core has yet to touch ’Divinity’, they naturally cannot escape this physical instinct.

Although the Emperor did not understand it professionally, he knew this broadly.

Despite ancient times lacking advanced modern technology, they were not fools; they also explored the mysteries of life.

Like ancient medical practices and various philosophies, they’re related, exploring the physiology and thoughts of the human body.

And with this mystery.

The Emperor felt this dream was not simple.

Perhaps that celestial realm really existed!

And their world might just be a corner within the outer heavens.

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles away.

Zhang Feng used spiritual sense to observe the Emperor, who was painting his image, feeling that his idea about forgotten dreams was on par with ordinary real-world studies.

Yet, even Golden Core cultivators forget dreams.

It also proves that within this world, Golden Core cultivators are unable to enter other people’s dreams, nor accurately interfere with others’ thoughts.

Though this interference is based on not harming the person at all, recording a complete memory into another cultivator’s spiritual sense.That’s exactly what Zhang Feng was doing now.

Entirely related to high-level neurology and biotechnology, along with the Divinity Transformation’s high-dimensional peculiarities.

And then calculated with realistic data that perfectly blurs reality and illusion.

The scenes within the dream world.

Though many are blurry, as long as touched by the Emperor.

Zhang Feng calculated according to the original data.

If the Emperor remembers this data and researches it upon waking, it is also feasible.

Zhang Feng spared no effort.

He even thought that if the Emperor could casually derive a few things, perhaps the celestial realm’s style would be elevated.

The items in dreams appearing in reality, that’s indeed quite interesting.

But at the moment, aside from painting, the Emperor had no such ideas.

Then forget it, after all, the main backbone is himself.

Thinking about it.

It was already deep night.

Looking towards the tents at the back of the convoy, Zhang Feng saw the thief sleeping half-awake.

He looked prepared to escape.

So, another attempt to enter the thief’s dream, perhaps unveiling his ’Mystery of the Womb’.

Though unrealistic, Zhang Feng let the thought slip, putting him into sleep.

Waiting for him to start dreaming.

With curiosity, Zhang Feng entered his dream.

Then.

In a fragmented dream of regular folks.

Zhang Feng watched the crazed thief punching and kicking at a dream character akin to ’himself’.

What can be said.

What you think by day, you dream by night?

Zhang Feng now finds this saying quite true.

The thief was having a great time in the dream.

Even in reality, the deep-sleeping thief revealed a slightly unnatural smile.

Apparently, he was indeed having a good dream.

Then Zhang Feng thought a bit, and with a flick of his finger, his dream self transformed into a Nascent Soul cultivator, starting to punch and kick at the thief.

The pleasant dream turned into a nightmare from which one couldn’t wake in an instant.

"Don’t kill me... before..." In reality, the thief mumbled dream talk, sounding like a buzzing mosquito, while his face turned to fear.

Simultaneously, to let him rest well and sleep properly, Zhang Feng blocked his surroundings, preventing his voice from reaching the Crown Prince and others, thus keeping them from waking him.

Once everything was finished.

Zhang Feng began to wander within his fragmented dream.

This fragmented dream, like in a spontaneously generated game, displayed only where the ’owner’ looked.

But Zhang Feng, being an outsider, was viewing from a god-like perspective.

He could use neurology and Divinity Transformation’s traits to instantly display the entire dream.

And when fully manifested.

Overall, it was indescribably chaotic.

Not only were there street vendors inside, but also grim reaper-like knights, and scenes where forests and streams flowed within the city.

This is a dream of memory fragmentation.

Furthermore, as Zhang Feng thought, when people dream, the scenes shift vastly due to this ’fragment transition’.